This was not a match of Gryffindor against Ravenclaw.

It was a match of Kollmann against Kollmann.

At least to Alex it seemed so.

He'd got it figured out they needed 380 points before Cass caught the Snitch to tie with Slytherin. That was thirty eight goals... So if all three catchers made thirteen goals they could take the cup, assuming Cass caught the snitch. And that was only as long as the beaters and keeper managed to keep Ravenclaw from scoring 240 points or twenty four goals, and then catching the snitch. Then Ravenclaw would tie for first. This was the only way Alex understood math. In terms of goals and catches and things of the sports sort. And he absolutely refused to lose this to Jordon. He refused to place behind Jordon. If Cass caught the snitch right out of the gate they would be 10 points ahead of Ravenclaw in the placing. And it would be nice to beat Sioni, but he was almost happy just beating his brother. But he wanted it to be a horrible crippling beating, not some pathetic fluffy and close match.

Jordon had no opinions on the match. It was just like playing any of the other teams, except that instead of racing against Josie or Haddock it was his own brother, which only bothered him a little. Sure it would be nice for him to beat his younger obviously better at Quidditch brother. But it wasn't about beating Alex as much as it was other things. Namely making sure he didn't look like an ass out there. Then there was being prepared to have to carry someone to the hospital wing, as he had discovered he was very good at. He knew the quickest way to the hospital wing from any point in the school. As well as the one where you were least likely to be scene by anyone, if you were carrying a patient in need of being discrete. All right so that was an exaggeration. He grumbled. This was going to be an odd match.

Jordon was positive of it.

His first, and last Quidditch Match against his own brother.

Yeah, this kinda sucked.